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Aussie Doomsday Preppers / Is Covid 19 one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse?
« Last post by KANACKI on August 04, 2020, 05:07:23 PM »
With Covid 19 singing it deadly tune around the world creating misery murder and death. Is it sign of things to come?

Is the sign that the Covid 19 one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse? With one the others gleefully follow.

Four Horsemen. Four figures in the Book of Revelation who symbolize the evils to come at the end of the world. The figure representing conquest rides a white horse; war, a red horse; famine, a black horse; and plague, a pale horse. They are often called the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Could the current crisis lead to conquest war famine and plague?

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: White lady of the Comet Inn Hartly Vale: NSW
« Last post by KANACKI on August 04, 2020, 03:36:54 PM »
Other guests in the past have experienced various things being moved around in the room or doors/drawers slamming. Once, a well-known Australian celebrity (better not mention his name) spent the night there while he was filming a fishing show in the area. He was woken up when the foot of the bed was shaken violently (guess she really wanted his attention). Although booked in for a few nights, he refused to stay any longer and promptly packed his bags and escaped the next morning.

When I think on that breeze, it seems more and more to me as if a cool hand had gently brushed my damp hair back off my forehead. Was it a product of a fevered imagination? Who knows? But it's nice to think that someone gave me comfort when I was feeling ill.

We never had the occasion to visit that part of the Blue Mountains again. I don't know if the same proprietor runs the Comet Inn. But the place is still there if you are traveling through the area. Have a schooner at the pub. It's worth a visit and perhaps an encounter on the dark side......

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: White lady of the Comet Inn Hartly Vale: NSW
« Last post by KANACKI on August 04, 2020, 03:33:58 PM »
We were still discussing the reason for the mysterious light source as we sat at the breakfast table. When our hostess and bartender heard about our story, they exchanged strange looks. So we pressed them for further details and they told us the story about the room.

Apparently the room that we slept in had belonged to a young wife (they told us her name, but I've forgotten it) who lived in the house at the time, probably in the 1800s. Tragically, she died in childhood in that very room while her husband was away from home. The wedding gown hanging up in the room had been hers.

Had she encountered a ghostly presence? I leave that for you to decide?

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However there are others who have had strange experiences there.....

To be continued.....

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: White lady of the Comet Inn Hartly Vale: NSW
« Last post by KANACKI on August 04, 2020, 03:29:08 PM »
Then, I thought I felt a breeze pass over my brow, stirring my hair. It was barely a wisp of air. I thought someone whispered to me: 'There, there'. Huh? I blinked, but the room was too dark to even see my hand before me. Shrugging it off as my imagination, but strangely comforted anyway, I was finally able to sleep.

The next thing I knew, my husband was moving around in the room, getting ready for breakfast. Still hazy from lack of sleep and positively seedy, I touched the lamp and it occurred to me how the light was another color, amber-yellow now, instead of pale silver-green. So I played around with the different light settings on the lamp by tapping it several times in a row. Tap, dim light; tap, brighter light; tap, full light; tap, light off.

My husband asked me, 'What are you doing?' I replied, puzzled, 'The light's the wrong color.'

So I told him about my experience and wondered if it could have been a street light from across the road or a passing car at the time. But my husband reminded me that the window curtains were called "blackout" for good reason. The curtains had been drawn when we went to bed and no light could be seen from the street. He also pointed out that there were no street lights outside the inn or across the road.

Too be continued....

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: White lady of the Comet Inn Hartly Vale: NSW
« Last post by KANACKI on August 04, 2020, 03:25:46 PM »
One such story of its ghostly haunting is related below by the lady who have a strange experience there is 2003. It is her words below

It was sometime in late October or early November 2003, my husband and I had been invited by friends to attend their daughter's christening in Oberon, in the central tablelands of New South Wales, Australia. When we set out on our trip, there were reports of black ice along the way on Bells Line of Road up in the Blue Mountains.

This was unusual because it was already late Spring (seasons are the other way round in the Southern Hemisphere). Black ice forms when the air gets cold enough on the road surface and it is raining. It is a treacherous clear icy glaze, impossible to see on the black-colored road, much the same effect as a diesel fuel spill. As driving under those conditions was dangerous and we had been traveling all day, we decided to break the journey up by spending the night at the Comet Inn in the village of Hartley Vale, in the Blue Mountains.

It was a pleasant, historic inn established during the time when the shale mines were still open in the 1800s. We had dinner at the pub downstairs, which was a cozy, welcoming place filled with local memorabilia from the early settler days. Despite our best intentions of having an early mark, we wound up staying until early hours of the morning, chatting with the woman who ran the inn/pub and the bartender. It was well after 2am when we finished our drinks, both of us by now feeling in a mellow state.

The room we were given was on the first floor, up the short flight of stairs and around the corner to the left. I can't really describe the room too well, being quite well and truly tuckered-out by this stage. I think it was furnished in the early colonial-style, probably from the 1880s or thereabouts. An old-fashioned lacy wedding gown hung on one wall. The room felt a bit crowded, with heavy, ornate dark wood furniture crammed into a small space. The bed with its mile-high mattress was too tall for my short legs and I could have done with a stepladder getting into bed. A dresser with a tall mirror was positioned really close to the right side of the bed where I slept and I had to squeeze past it to reach the bed. At the same time, I had to be careful not knock off the various porcelain knickknacks displayed on the dresser or the vintage-style (brass, I think) touch-sensor lamp.

My husband, having done all the driving that day, fell asleep in an eye blink. But sleep wasn't on the cards for me. I had come down with a gastro bug the day before we left home and all the rich food at dinner, washed down with alcohol, wasn't agreeing with me. Before long, to my dismay, I had to get up again and make my way to the "necessary" room.

Thick blackout curtains hung at the windows, so once the lights were off, the room was pitch-black. I bumped my knee, then my arm on the corner of the dresser, fumbling around to find the brass lamp, hoping I didn't break anything too valuable or irreplaceable in the process. I remember muttering irritably to myself: 'Where's the stupid light?'

A faint silvery-green glow appeared near at hand and I thought with relief, 'Oh goody, here's the lamp'. So I tapped the lamp once more to brighten the light, proceeded to do what I needed and climbed back into bed.
By now, I was purged of all alcoholic effects. My forehead was clammy and I felt as strung-out as a wet linguini. Feeling miserable, I grumbled to my husband, 'I don't feel so good'. He slept on, totally oblivious. By now, I felt too weary even to raise my hand to push aside the sticky strand of hair lying across my forehead, so I just made a feeble attempt to blow it off.

to be continued.....

Australian Hauntings Portal / White lady of the Comet Inn Hartly Vale: NSW
« Last post by KANACKI on August 04, 2020, 03:19:26 PM »
They say the Blue mountains hold her secrets well and in the shadows of the mountains past and present merge into one. Like an eternal twilight bridging the living and the dead.

One such ancient coach house tavern it appears to have that spiritual bridge between the living and the Dead. The Comet Inn in Hartley Vale. Built in 1879 and named after the brand of kerosene produced in the valley. In its 142 year history it has gone through the best and worst of times and testament to hardship many endured in the past.

And some some still seem to endure as it is said to be haunted.....

To be continued.....

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: Haunted creek on the Burrowa road: Yass NSW
« Last post by KANACKI on July 30, 2020, 07:48:44 PM »
The ruins of the farm house the the rider fled to below.

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: Child Ghost of Mia Mia cemetary: QLD
« Last post by KANACKI on July 30, 2020, 06:12:23 PM »
nvestigating this case, Australian paranormal researcher Tony Healy visited the cemetery in the late 1990s. Near Joyce's grave he found the graves of two infant girls.

The possible explanations are (in decreasing order of magnitude):
1. Deliberate Fake
2. Accidental Fake
3. Paranormal
We know that there are millions of provably deliberate and accidental fake photos. We know of no provably paranormal photos.

So by far the most likely explanation is a fake. It's unlikely that you could ever find out now if it was deliberate or accidental, with the people involved long dead, but there's not pressing need to prove it.

However, given the lack of double exposure elsewhere in the photo, and accidental double would need the child photographed on a large dark background by someone other than Mr Andrews. So I lean towards deliberate fake.

Additional evidence for "deliberate" is what looks like part of an arm, which does not really seem to fit either photo, and it's hard to see how it could be accidental.

I suspect many young people are unfamiliar with just how common double exposures were back in early film days. They grew up with highly reliable film cameras, or increasingly entirely digital cameras.
A double exposure is simply taking two photos with the same piece of film. Normally you'd wind the film on after each photo, and the cameras were designed to require this before pressing the shutter button. But it was possible to bypass it manually on many cameras, and it can happen accidentally if the film slips - more common in older cameras.

Fake photos using double exposures have been around since the 1860s

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: Child Ghost of Mia Mia cemetary: QLD
« Last post by KANACKI on July 30, 2020, 06:08:40 PM »
When the film was developed, Mrs. Andrews was astonished to see the image of a small child sitting happily at her daughter's grave.

The ghost child seem to be aware of Mrs. Andrews since he or she is looking directly into the camera.

Is is possibly a double exposure? Mrs. Andrews said there were no such children nearby when she took the photograph and, moreover, did not recognize the child at all it was no one she would have taken a picture of. She remarked that she did not believe it was the ghost of her daughter as a child.

Australian Hauntings Portal / Re: Child Ghost of Mia Mia cemetary: QLD
« Last post by KANACKI on July 30, 2020, 06:07:25 PM »
Firstly my apologies old Kanacki's eyes are not good these days the name of the cemetery is Ma Ma.

That cleared I shall continue......

To this day, there is still no explanation as to the apparent apparition in the image..." A woman named Mrs. Andrews was visiting the grave of her daughter in a cemetery in Queensland, Australia in 1946 or 1947. Her daughter Joyce had died about a year earlier, in 1945, at the age of 17. Mrs. Andrews saw nothing unusual when she took this photo of Joyce's gravemarker.

Here is clear photograph of the picture below.

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